The Spirit of St. Louis (1957) – A Review
The true story of Charles Lindbergh’s historical solo transatlantic flight from New York to Paris in 1927 brought to the big screen in a Cinemascope production, directed by Billy Wilder and starring James Stewart as the famed pilot.
That’s the story in a nutshell. Warner Brothers bought the film rights to Lindbergh’s 1953 autobiography and was ready to bring it to movie audiences. A historic journey of a man who paved the way for the future of aviation and who would become one of the most popular and revered heroes of the twentieth century.
It looked like a surefire hit for the studio. Unfortunately for Warners, the films budget ballooned and the production stretched on for nearly a year. It was reported Warners polled sneak preview audiences and discovered most people under forty were not unaware of who Lindbergh was or his accomplishments. I guess, even in 1957 the majority of young people weren’t too interested in things that occurred before they showed up on the planet. Lindbergh’s later controversial actions might have also helped cooled audiences of wanting to see an adulating bio-pic of the man as well.
The Spirit of St. Louis would end up costing Warners six million dollars, it would not be the popular hit they had hoped for and according to some sources it would become “one of the studios biggest financial failures in its history”.
Lindy wasn’t completely lucky apparently – at least when it came to a movie about him.
The film itself never reaches the heights of greatness that the story deserves to have. It’s not a terrible film at all. In fact I always thought it has some really good scenes sprinkled throughout it. The problem is that they’re just sprinkled and they become interspersed with some other very hackneyed, uninspired ones.
When the film stays focused on Lindbergh’s flight – the preparation of it, the buildup, the actual flight itself – it’s good. It amps up some tension, and along with Stewart’s effective performance is when the movie works.
Yes, Stewart was too old to play the part. The film might have been better served with a younger actor playing Lindbergh. Setting aside his wrinkles and dyed blonde hair, Stewart does play the optimistic, determination of Lindbergh that was needed for the story quite well. He’s good in the extended flight portions where it’s him alone holding the screen. You want to root for him. So, with his casting the film benefits from Stewart’s persona of being the ‘aw shucks, unwavering dogged, likable hero – it’s just that it comes in a package twice the age it should be for this part.
It’s when they try to create the portrait of the man himself and go into his background via flashbacks when things falter. During the thirty-plus hour flight the film takes breaks from Stewart in the cockpit and recounts some of the incidents of him being a young man. And they don’t work very well.
Many of the flashbacks feel inconsequential appearing during the present day story. They aren’t very interesting and they interrupt the drama unfolding with Lindbergh and the problems he has to overcome during his transatlantic flight. Sleep deprivation, icing, navigational problems, all with Stewart’s voiceover are much more interesting than any of the flashbacks we see. Even the odd device of him talking with a fly in the cockpit kind of works.
The best portions of the movie is watching the construction of the Spirit, learning about some of the specialized details that went into it and Stewart’s one man show flying it over the Atlantic.
In fact, there really aren’t any notable supporting characters in the entire film! It’s quite odd considering the film runs for well over two hours. Arthur Space plays engineer Donald Hall and he’s the biggest presence other than Stewart, and he’s barely given enough time to make an impression.
Another strange thing is Billy Wilder directing this. Going in one might have higher expectations knowing he’s at the helm. But there’s noting particularly unique or special about it, including the dialogue – which Wilder could be brilliant at. It’s a very workmanlike movie and never excels above being a typical bio pic. I always have to remind myself that this is indeed a Wilder film. It’s a very unremarkable movie.
There are enough scenes that I always feel makes it worthwhile to see, but The Spirit of St. Louis settles into a safe, standard film. The flashbacks to Lindbergh’s younger adventures really drag the film out. I would have liked to have seen them all nixed and the time spent on after the successful flight, which is never shown.
The Spirit lands, crowds rush to Stewart and it ends with actual film footage of the real parade for Lindbergh. It would have been nice to have seen the impact of Lindbergh’s accomplishment dramatized, his own reaction to it and the realization he had just become one of the most famous men in the world.